juicily in a smooth yellow-pink skin, and only hummed a rising "Mmm?"
"Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose,
That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close"
That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close"
Christabel wrote in her Secret Journal, the day she read Elliott's brave farewell, and burned it. And for a long time her eyes filled with tears when she heard what they had called their tune, and had whistled to each other as a signal, although she never could be quite sure whether it was Nevin's "Narcissus" or "The Soldiers' Chorus" from "Faust."
Through veils of reticence she explained Elliott to Curtis, or tried to explain, for apparently he preferred to let Elliott remain a vague shadow.
"It wasn't love, dearest, not real love, like ours. It was compassion, I think. He seemed to need me so. It wasn't until you came that
